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ALONSO, King of Naples
-- Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SC EN E, An uninhabited Isand.
A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard:
Boats. Here, Master: what cheer?
Enter Mariners. Boats. Hey, my hearts ; cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare; take in the top-sail; tend to th' master's whiftle; blow, 'till thou burft thy wind, if room enough. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and others. Alon. Good Boatswain, 'have care: where's the master? play the men.
* These two Plays, the Tempest and the Midsummer-night's Dream, are the noblest Efforts of that sublime and amazing Imagination, peculiar to Shakespear, which foars above the Bounds of Nature without forsaking Sense; yet seems to carry Nature along with him beyond her established Limits.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour; keep your cahins; you do alilt the storm.
Gonz. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence-what care these Roarers for the name of King ? to cabin; silence ; trouble us not.
Gonz. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard.
Boats. None, that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace o’the present, we will not hand a rope more ;
authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearis : out of our way, I say.
[Exit. Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: if he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miserable. Exeunt.
Re-enter Boatswain. Boats
. Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. A plague upon this howling! Acry within. Re-enter Sebastian, Anthonio, and
Gonzalo. they are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again? what do you here? fhall we give o'er, and drown? have you a mind to fink?
Seb. A pox o'your throat, you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog.. Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang; you whorefon infolent, noisemaker; we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art.
Gonz. I'll warrant him from drowning, tho' the ship were no ftronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky
an unstanch'd wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
[kards. Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunThis wide-chopt rascal—'Would, thou might'st lie
drowning The washing of ten tides !
Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'ft to glut him. A confused noise within] Mercy on us ! We split, we split! Farewel, my Wife and Children! Brother, farewel! we split, we split, we split! Ant. Let's all sink with the King.
Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Exit. Gonz. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing; the wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death!